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On Top of the World

Benny Miller x F!Reader

through your eyes, everything had been golden; though, what makes the beauty of any moment even better, is each time both you & benny find yourselves getting closer…

rating: T or M, love, comfort, the perfect getaway, allusions to mature adult situations, blog is 18+ only

word count: 440 | @writer-wednesday

“on top of the world…just you and me.”

With the way the sun’s been going down like this, in faded waves of an amber glow, the plane ride over the mountains doesn’t seem so bad at all.

It’s like a steady tipping point between how you got here, and where you’re on your way to now. A towering silhouette of smog surrounded evergreens, reminding you of your closeness and his touch; of all the intimate shadows from just the night before – a fever dream, maybe, where both your hands and his just might have collided, grazing past pebbled skin there inside your memory, where a mess of things inevitably ends up in piles there along your floor…

Shifting there beside you, Benny smiles, stealing a glance your way before you have the chance to really notice him.

But you do, every time; especially now with the way he’s been taking up the whole seat next to you, arms the slightest bit tense, and looking for reasons just to hold your hand.

It feels like maybe you haven’t just imagined all of it; how he smells as good as he does right now without even realizing that he does, playfully nudging the edge of his knee against yours away from his more than obvious distraction…

It’s all so that you don’t end up missing a glimpse of everything that passes there from right outside your window; the subtle way the light’s been cascading itself past, trailing amidst the moment where the pad of his thumb brushes over yours. The warmth embraced by a hovered air, rising toward the edge of nowhere, until a stone carved trail becomes visible beneath it all, and you suddenly remember getting lost throughout all the cloud cover.

“See, right down there? That’s where our tent is going to go, sunshine. You and me, baby, on top of the world.”

Leaning into the sound of his whisper, you lend the smooth ridges of his hands a gentle squeeze, humming softly to yourself as you listen to him soundly against that heartfelt wave of stillness; taking it all in, one mile further at a time, as your eyes begin affectionately coming to a close.

“On top of the world…just you and me.”

You can feel that familiar wide grin of his sliding over the curve of your shoulder, kissing you so leisurely and slow, where a rush of heat soon presses to your skin he’s been quietly chasing after.

A subtle promise for something moreto happenlater,that awakens all your nerve endings; committing the pure shape of you to the forefront of his mind, with all the loving touches he’s been giving.

And, oh, how you can’t imagine a time when anything had truly ever felt better than it does right now.

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